The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1887-12-17

restore him? To think Of orr sweet
Mary drunkard's wife. Oh! l can
not, can not bear it." And the tears
fell plentifully.
"Do not distress yourself. MOTHER
said the young man. Perhaps we
can save her."
Sister Molly" he called up the
stairway, for Mary was writing in her
room. Won't you please come and
walk with your poor, tired brother
this evening? The moon will soon be
up, and the air is delightful. "
Yes, Harry, will come" said the
young girl, tripping down the stairs
with Il scarf thrown lightly about her
shoulders. Poor boy! He confines
himself too closely to business.
The brother and sister sauntered
slowly down the village street.
The moonlight is so beautiful upon
the water, sister. We will go down to
the riverside. See, Luna is Just peep
ing above the tree-tops. How beauti-
| fulr'
But something else just then at
tracted Mary Golding's attention.
They were passing the hotel, and
she heard her lovers voice amid the
drunken clamor which filled the air.
Could that be Clarence?
In the glare of the light she could
see distinctly Il tall, graceful young
man tossing glass after glass of brandy
down his throat. She heard profanc
and ribald words. such as she had
never heard before, spoken in his we'll
known voice. 20 Harry! do you sees
Do you hear?" she gasped, clutching
his arm for support. ''Merciful
Heaven! can that be Clarence Nor
ton?"
my dear sister, this is no new
thing" said her brother. clasping his
arm about her Il have seen this toe
often to be surprised. Poor Clarencei
What can he be thinking OF to destroy
HIMSELF"
And not only that, but do you see
the young men about himp am sor-
ry, dear brother. but must go home"
And Mary Golding turned her steps
homeward.
The moonlight upon the waters was
forgotten, and Harry Golding was sing
ing a glad TIE Deum in his heart that
at last his loved sister saw her lover as
others saw him.
A tall, broad shouldcred young man
passed them as they walked silently
along.
"Whither away. Bartonp An arm
full of books, as usual" said Henry
Golding. do you never restP"
Never before l am weary" replied
the young man, bowling respectfully to
Miss Mary 81 hope to graduate this
term"
"a splendid young man." said Henry
Golding to his sister when Mr.. Barton
had passed out of hearing. He will
make his mark in the world"
But Mary's heart was too full to heed
her brothers words.
The studious young man had shown
her marked attentions, but her heart
had been pre-occupied and she scarcely
knew him.
Clarence Morton was greatly aston
ished when, at his next visit to his be-
trothed wife, she gave him back his
ring, saying:
"All is ended between us. Isaw you
last evening at the hotel"
He knew too well that remon STRANGE
or entreaty was useless, and left growl-
ing that it was "deuced hard if
young fellow couldn't have bit of
fun"
The "bit of fun" lasted through
Clarence Morton's worthless life, and
he died unlamented and scarcely
known, while the penniless young stu
dent has been for years one of the lead
ing citizens of Franconia Mary Gold
ing has for more than n score of years
been the happy wife of Judge Barton.
and has never ceased to be grateful for
the success of her brothers stratagem.
Mrs. E. j. Richmond, in National
TeI1rerH,2ce A6rOcHie